wouldn’t you do? Would you play a game? One contract. Two Guys. Three players. Four Strikes. Five
rules. Six zeros. Seven days.
No safe words. No questions. Complete submission. Are you
would you do for a million dollars?”
submit yourself then? Mind.” He leans forward, locking eyes with
me. “Body. Soul.”
the elevator, staring at the panel without buttons. “Submit…” I whisper,
mentally acknowledging that I am trapped.
“Slave rather implies doing something distasteful, doesn’t it?”
“It does. Slavery is to be debased and degraded. Submission is to
be protected.” His eyes skate slowly over my
body. “Coveted. Revered. Cherished.”
although my stomach is unsettled, the allure swarming around
them is nearly undeniable. They are like the forbidden fruit.
One bite may kill you, but how will you ever know until
you taste it?
me, sweetheart, you’ll like it…for the most
part.” Preston winks.
offering you one million dollars in exchange for one week
of your time,” Tobias says.
I go to stand, although I don’t know where I’ll go, but
Tobias grabs my wrist, subtly shaking his head.
exactly will your dignity be when you’re living on the
street?” My heart pounds unevenly in my
chest. “We offer you a salvation not many are afforded. One
million dollars for a mere seven days of your life.”
can’t breathe. I can’t move. His eyes have me pinned in
place. Slowly, I sit back down.
walking behind me. He places his hand on my shoulder, the heat of his palm
searing through me, “We know you have no money. No prospects. You’re
about to lose your apartment…”
with fear, and dare I say, curiosity.
this? How do they know these details about my life when I know nothing about
them? “I…” I grip the arms of the chair so hard, I fear my knuckles
the cuff of his jacket as though the entire notion of my pitiful existence
bores him. “You’ve got nothing.” His eyes flick to mine, imprisoning
me in their green depths. “But you are very beautiful.”
is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and
apologise for afterwards.
suffering from slight peen envy.
Stevie J. Cole
husband and two precious daughters. She studied Epidemiology concentrating on
cancer research but has always had a passion for writing. Some of her stories
will strip you bare, some will give you nightmares, but the one thing she can
promise is that she will always give you stories that make you feel.
apocalypse. Think about it: swarming armies of decaying, oozing corpses
stumbling around with clicking teeth, trying to eat your face. Nothing about
that is good. NOTHING!